John Mitchell (being_mitchell) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-09 02:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, john mitchell, luthien tinuviel |
Who: Mitchell and Luthien
When: Backdated: Monday, May 6th. Early Afternoon
Where: A Local Coffee shop
What: Two muscians meeting
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Luthien wasn’t human anymore, and she didn’t particularly care to hide it, either. She didn’t think it matters - the most obvious were her ears, elegant and pointed, and the way her face and body seemed a little off. In certain lighting she looked ethreal.
So a half-demigod/half-elf walked into a coffee shop and ordered a latte....
Mitchell had gotten up early for a meeting with his new PR guy and hadn’t had a chance for coffee beforehand, so after the meeting, he’d decided to grab some coffee before heading back to the house. The last few days, at home, had been interesting now that he wasn’t the only person there anymore. Annie had moved in over the weekend and it just felt right. Sure, his place was quite a bit bigger than the house in Bristol in their dreams, but it felt like it was the way things were supposed to be. Now all they needed was for George to make himself known.
Taking her latte, Luthien moved towards a table with unnatural grace. She tried to tone it down, not wanting to draw undue attention to herself. She would much prefer to be human. She looked for a table that wasn’t overly crowded.
After ordering, Mitchell had intended on leaving and going home, but as he turned around, he almost collided with a woman who he hadn’t even realized was there in the first place. Was he really that out of it before he’d had his morning coffee? He didn’t think he was. At least he hadn’t spilled his coffee on her. That would have been bad. “Shite. I’m sorry. Didn’t see you there.”
“It’s all right.” Her accent was hard to place. A little bit of French, but not quite. It had shifted with her dreams as well. She gave him a smile. “I’ve been trying to find a table, but it’s next to impossible. I should have been more careful.”
Mitchell was glad that the woman was alright, because the last thing he needed was for her to recognize him and go to the tabloids with a story about how he’d pushed her down or something. His image was already marred by the whole heroin and rehab thing. He didn’t need to add a BS story about assault to it as well. Not when he was trying to make a comeback, “Yeah, this time of day it’s not easy to get a seat. All the college kids think this is the place to do their homework.” As opposed to her accent, Mitchell’s Irish brogue was easy to place.
She nodded her head, chuckling lightly. “I’m beginning to think I need to find another place to get coffee. One that is less busy. It’s just really convenient.” She smiled softly. She didn’t recognize him in the slightest, and wouldn’t go to the tabloids anyway.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought most Universities had their own coffee shops for this type of thing.” Mitchell took a sip of his drink as he contemplated whether or not to try and find a place to sit or just go. “So as not to inconvenience the rest of us.”
“The coffee isn’t quite as good, I suppose?” Luthien shrugged her shoulder. “I think I might have to walk off my calories. I’m Luthien.” She doubted he’d heard of her either, accent or no accent.
Luthien wasn’t a name one heard all the time, but it did sound somewhat familiar, “You can call me Mitchell.” There were times when he used his full name when he introduced himself, but for the most part he just used Mitchell, because he’d always liked the sound of it better than John Mitchell and Mitchell was what he used on his albums and things.
The name sounded familiar as well, and now his voice was ringing bells. She hadn’t placed it yet, but she didn’t think it really mattered - It would come to her eventually if it was important. “A pleasure to meet you, Mitchell.”
“The pleasure is all mine, Luthien.” Mitchell smirked, running a hand through his curly, dark hair. Despite the temperature, he still wore his fingerless green gloves, more as a fashion statement then because of the weather. It was just one of those things that he wore almost all the time. “I’ll admit, your name sounds really familiar. We haven’t met before, have we?” Mitchell had met a lot of women over the last couple of years and he only remembered a handful of them, because he was usually drunk or high at the time.
“I doubt it! I’ve only been in the country a few months, before that most of my time was in France and Monaco.” She was actually minor nobility in the latter, but that was almost laughable to her now. “Maybe you’ve heard my music?”
That was it. Music. Yes. “Right. Yes, I have heard of you. Small world, I’m also in the industry.” Then again, was it really a small world when one lived in California? It was almost as if there was someone famous on every street corner. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t be a good thing if they were on the street corner, but it did seem like you couldn’t go anywhere without bumping into someone famous, “Or I was. Working on getting back into it as we speak.”
“What took you out of it, if I might ask?” Luthien knew it was a bit nosey, but she was curious. “I could never imagine not singing. It’s not even the spotlight. I enjoy the music.”
Mitchell didn’t mind the question at all, especially not when it was a fairly well known reason, “Rehab. Did a few months at the end of last year for heroin addiction, courtesy of my arsehole ex-manager.” It had been four months now since he’d gotten he’d gotten out and longer since the last time he’d gotten high and honestly, he couldn’t believe he ever used to do that.
“Well,” she smiled softly. “You seem to be doing quite well, from what I can tell. Everyone has darker times they go through.”
“I am. Much better.” He nodded then took a sip of his drink, “And now I’m working on making a comeback.” Aside from the shows he’d done at the coffee shop, Mitchell had, had a few meetings with various people and things were coming along quite well. “Here’s to hoping the dark times are behind me.”
She lifted her drink in a toast to him. “I look forward to it. Nothing in life can quite beat music. Dancing, perhaps, but they are often one and the same. I wish you all the best in your pursuit.”
“I don’t dance. I draw the line at dancing.” Mitchell grinned and raised his cup, “Thank you. Now, I should probably get going. Have some edits to do on a song I’m working on. Spent weeks with an awful case of writer’s block and now I couldn’t stop the songs if I wanted to.”
“Would you dance with me?” She tilted her head, smiling charmingly. “I’m taken, but dance should be shared with everyone.”
Mitchell’s brows rose slightly. That was the last thing he had been expecting, “Now? Don’t think this is the right venue for dancing.” A smirk crossed his lips despite still being a little surprised by the question.
“There’s no such thing as a bad venue for dancing. Besides, it might do good for your image.” She held out her free hand, giving him a ‘come on, loosen up’ sort of look.
Loosening up wasn’t really something Mitchell needed to do, but he’d never actually thought he’d wind up dancing in the middle of the coffee shop. Then again, it’d be an amusing story to tell Annie when he got home. “Alright. Why the hell not.” Setting his drink down, Mitchell took Luthien’s hand,
Laughing, she pulled him into a somewhat silly sort of dance, while people gawked in shock and disbelief at them. It didn’t really matter to Luthien. It was fun, and few things made her feel alive as dance or music.